Became an Extra in a Youth JRPG Game

5 – Really

“Wait a minute!! We still have time!! Can we talk more?”

Umi suddenly stopped me.

Since he was holding out at the entrance of the dojo, he didn’t even bother passing by. Great pressing defense, John Press.

I understood how Tae-woong felt in front of Myeong-hyeon. This can’t break

“The story…?”

I couldn’t come up with an angle to refuse.

“…….”

I immediately looked at Gonzaemon, who was sharpening his sword from a distance, with a request for help.

Gonzaemon’s gaze met mine.

Then, Gonzaemon looked at me and Umi alternately.

Ssik-!

Within seconds, Gonzaemon smiled and began touching the sword pretending not to know.

No… Dude, I think you misunderstood something?

“You said your name was Shota, right? I’ll just call you Shota.”

Umi desperately tried to continue the conversation.

Calling them by name…Is this the gyaru’s sense of distance?

“Yes. Feel free to call me Miss Kiryu.”

I said so.

“You can just call me Umi, too.”

Umi said with a smile.

“I don’t really like the last name Kiryu.”

Umi said with a complicated expression.

Well, it was a bit overly masculine. It reminded me of the legendary yakuza from the creation. As a woman, you must be careful.

“Okay. Umi.”

In the end, I answered like that.

Even while answering yes, her brain was in full operation.

But…Why are you talking to me? What was the affinity event? There was nothing like that. He swung his sword every day. The angle of Umi Kiryu talking to me didn’t come out at all. There is no reason to be friends…

‘Did Gonzaemon ask for it?’

That’s probably not the case either. Umi was a rebellious daughter, and she wasn’t the type to follow her father’s orders right away.

‘I’m really scared…. What’s wrong! Really!’

The scariest thing for the possessor was the character that did not move according to the original flow. This is what the storyline of the game can be wrong with the butterfly effect.

“What’s wrong? With such a hard face.”

Umi asked.

“Ah. I was nervous because I’ve never talked to a woman before. Besides, isn’t a great beauty talking to me? It’s too difficult.”

I said so.

“I don’t think he’s nervous… In front of a woman, he calmly praises her as a beauty.”

Umi looked at me with her keen eyes. She is needlessly sharp

Well… I wasn’t nervous. My content is an old man in his mid-twenties who is tired of working as a webso writer. It was strange seeing the school lunch and being nervous.

“No. I’m nervous. Are you suggesting religion or something like a suspicious part-time job?”

That’s what I asked.

“Poo-hyuk!!!!”

Umi immediately burst into laughter. She suddenly felt like bursting into laughter.

“Religious solicitation…Uhhhhh.”

Umi trembled and laughed for a while before finally fixing her expression.

“I just talked to you because I wanted to get to know you better.”

Said Umi.

“Yes. All the pseudos say that.”

I said so.

“Pseudo… hahahaha. Ooh, don’t be ridiculous!!”

Umi burst into laughter. He also has a good laugh. Are you laughing at this level? Or… Is it a matter of taste? Anyway.

“Shota. It’s fun. Do you have any thoughts about clubs at school?”

After that, Umi skillfully continued her small talk. She seemed to have quite high communication skills in that she naturally talked about everyday life in seemingly awkward conversation situations.

I roughly followed the flow of the conversation.

Before I knew it, afternoon time had begun.

“Then slowly…”

I caught the escape angle again. The time is 1:00 PM. It was the point at which the afternoon time at the kendo gym began.

“Ah. Yes. It was fun.”

Umi said that and seemed to be about to go back to her room.

Stand tall!

However, Umi stopped. It seemed to be expecting something.

What should I do? I really don’t know.

“Hi. Let’s talk again next time.”

I said that and waved my hand.

Then I headed straight to the dojo.

“…….Uh. Yes.”

Umi put on a dissatisfied expression. Really… The psychology of a teenage girl was difficult.

———

At that time, Umi’s point of view.

After a while, Umi went up to her room. There was a little heartache on his face. Is it because of low self-esteem? Her face was also strangely red. The blush on her face didn’t go away no matter how hard she tried to manage her expression.

‘Bur, you don’t pick a number?’

Umi was shocked by that. There was a scratch on my pride to the point of even slightly tearing up.

‘You gave me so much space!! I am interested in you!! But…Don’t you pick up a number?’

Normally, a man would have tried to get a number or make an appointment right away because he wanted to be at this time.

However, Shota wasn’t like that.

‘Boo, obviously…It was a friendly atmosphere.’

I heard that he was from a hikikomori, but Shota was surprisingly good at talking. It was different from the man who only tried to talk himself out of motivation. After he properly listened to Umi, he made an effort to react appropriately so that the conversation continued.

‘Well, something… It was more like an adult.’

Umi felt the charm of an adult in Shota. She is much calmer than the men around her.

‘But… There’s no pounding!!’

Shota is something… Like a social media chatbot. It’s just a feeling of responding politely without emotion.

‘Aren’t you excited about me?!’

Umi’s pride was definitely hurt in that respect. The reason was simple. Umi was slightly excited by Shota’s unexpected appearance. I felt like something was missing.

‘Am I… Unattractive?’

Umi even thought about that.

However, Umi refuted that opinion. There was certainty that his charm was absolute. That was the source of Umi’s self-consciousness.

‘I’ve decided.’

Rather, Umi felt a burning desire.

‘You ignored me? I will definitely… Make you fall in love with me.’

Otherwise, it seemed that the damaged pride would not be able to recover.

It was time for Umi to make that decision.

“Ah…Umi. I didn’t know you would hate the surname Kiryu. Can I call you Umi too?”

One of her pupils spoke to Umi in a friendly way. He was the same age as Umi and strangely the guy who tried to talk to her.

“No. Just call me Kiryu.”

Umi cut it off.

“But I don’t like the last name…”

“Did you overhear? Worst.”

After Umi said that, she went back to her room.

“…….”

The disciple was just crying.

———-

The initiation ceremony proceeded immediately.

The rules were simple. Each disciple had a 1-minute free sparring in the order of the lowest number of times, and they played against each other one by one.

To put it in a military way, it was like gathering everyone under me and above you. f*ck. I had a bad idea.

Anyway, I met my first opponent.

“Shota!! Of course, it’s also because of the initiation ceremony, but I have bad feelings for you!!”

One of the pupils exclaimed loudly.

“Oh, bad feelings?”

Why is this suddenly? Awfully.

“How dare you… Call our idol Kiryu-san to Yobiste!!! I can’t forgive you!!!”

At those words, the spirits of the other pupils changed. It was about to cut down a real person.

“Whether you call them by their last name or by their first name, they’re the same!!”

I shouted that. Why do Japanese people think apart from that?

“Question and answer dance!!! Come on!!”

Right away, a disciple wearing a hoodie ran towards me. His name…What was it? Okay. It was Tanaka. It was the surname that appears in all Japanese creations selected by Forbes.

“Euhahahahaha. It’s nice that everyone is so motivated!!”

Gonzaemon smiled cheerfully as he looked across the river. I hope this old man is comfortable.

I can’t help it. I had no choice but to fight.

Whoo-!!!

At the same time as the clean haircut flew, I immediately turned my head to avoid the haircut.

Right after that, I blew a neat short haircut right away.

Paaang-!!

The attack went well.

“………..?!”

In an instant, the audience froze. I never thought that a newbie wearing a protective gear would attack after a clean evasion.

Well… In the original world, Kendo trained hard in preparation for possession. He has improved his skills to the point where he is selected in competitions dedicated to office workers and members of society.

“Hmm…”

Gonzaemon’s eyes flashed over the hukou. They were looking at me with great interest.

———

Anyway, the initiation ceremony continued after that.

First of all, I was able to unilaterally beat beginners.

However, the middle and top players were not good at it. Not only did my stamina drop because I had to deal with opponents continuously, but the seniors in the dojo were definitely stronger than me.

Especially Gonzaemon.

“Ha ha ha!! That movement was good!! But back away!!!”

Baaagh-!!!

“Evasion?! It’s soft!! Back off!!! Before that, think about attacking quickly!! That’s the spirit of a swordsman!!”

Puck-! Buzz-!!

“Yes!! Remember that feeling!!”

aaagh-!

He was just beating me out of excitement. This old man… He talks nonstop while beating him. Aren’t you biting your tongue?

Wow-!!

At the same time as the last blow to the head flew, I sat down.

It was a complete defeat. Well…To be honest, I expected to stand out here. An active cider event… As a webso writer, it was a development that I couldn’t stand.

But there is no doubt. I’m an extra anyway. There was no correction or anything.

Still, he showed a pretty impressive appearance, so you can think he made a good save.

After the initiation ceremony, I immediately took off the hukou. Maybe it was because he exercised to the fullest while wearing a hoodie? My whole body was covered with sweat.

“Whoa…”

It felt like I was going to live after taking off the protective gear. The whole world looked beautiful. After that, if you have a glass of beer… Ah. I was underage

“Um!! Good job!! Everyone applauds Shota who fought hard!!”

Everyone clapped at Gonzaemon’s words.

Like that, I became an official member of the kendo dojo.

Even after the initiation ceremony, there was no time to rest. I decided to train until evening.

It was during the break after swinging the sword for a while.

“Hey…You look thirsty. Would you like some of this?”

Umi immediately brought a sports drink.

“………”

What’s wrong with him? I’m trying to be scared really.